If You Can't Be A Son-In-Law, You Have To Become A Saint

Chapter 22 Chang Ye ran to Shangjiang Mansion and leaped to the nine heavens in one day

Nanxuehu left, and the sudden rain also stopped.

The two old soldiers in black watched Nan Xuehu leave with expressionless faces.

One of the thin old men kept his hands behind his back and never spoke.

And the old pawn with a scar on his face finally turned his head when he saw Nan Xuehu leading the horse Yuelongshan away from the side door of the west courtyard again.

Lu Jing was standing in front of the door in the courtyard, looking at the departing black clouds in the sky, thoughtful.

"Third Young Master, do you know the origin of Nan Xuehu's famous horse, Yuelong Mountain?" the scarred old man asked suddenly.

With a distance of several feet, Lu Jing felt that the two old men in front of him were rickety, their faces were old, and even their eyes showed oldness, which seemed ordinary.

But Lu Jing knew that there must be a reason for Nan Xuehu to come to his courtyard, and the Lu family sent such two old people here.

These two veterans are naturally not ordinary people.

But Lu Jing... really doesn't know the origin of Yuelong Mountain.

Seeing that Lu Jing was silent, the scarred old man said slowly: "Nan Xuehu, the Duke of Nanguo, once participated in the battle of Shangjiang. In that battle, six hundred black-faced soldiers from the Northern Qin Dynasty colluded with the middle school officials, Chang Ye Attack Shangjiang Mansion.

That night, the 600 Yuelong Mountain horseshoes were silent, but they were stained with the blood of thousands of guards of Shangjiangfu City. "

"Nan Xuehu was only ten or fifteen back then, but he galloped on horseback with the elders of the Nanguo Mansion for four days and four nights, entered the Shangjiang Mansion, and beheaded six hundred black-faced soldiers!

The Yuelong Mountain horse under his seat was won by him in that deadly battle, and it was his spoils of war. "

The scarred old soldier's tone was somewhat appreciative, and finally he sighed, turned around and said, "It's just that there is no such young man in Lu's residence."

"Just like that Lu Jiang, who was used by others to lure people into the mansion without knowing it, but he fell into the name of Lu Mansion."

The scarred old soldier seemed to be talking to Lu Jing, and also seemed to be talking to himself.

The two old men took a few steps forward.

The thin and small old man who had never spoken from the beginning suddenly turned his head and said: "Nan Xuehu used Qi to press you down, you never gave in, it's not bad."

"Old Madam Ning went to the Jokhang Temple to fast and pay homage to the Buddha, and will return in at most three to five days, and will definitely question you about practicing martial arts.

You can tell the old lady that I am the one who will teach you martial arts. "

The skinny old man has a white and beardless face, but there are many wrinkles all over his face. His eyes are always dark, staring at Lu Jing, which makes Lu Jing feel a little uncomfortable.

But what the thin old man said made Lu Jing feel more at ease, and he was about to say thank you.

But the old man had already turned around, leaving only his voice echoing in the courtyard.

"My name is Wu Beisi."

The two old soldiers walked slowly, just like ordinary old people, gradually drifting away.

Until they left, Lu Jing's mind felt like a thread was broken, and all of a sudden, the fatigue from top to bottom swept over like a tide.

Every piece of flesh, every fascia, and every bone trembled uncontrollably by Lu Jing.

Just now, Lu Jing was oppressed by Nanxuehu's qi and blood, and with the help of Visualizing King Daming and Crocodile Demon's Bone Casting Skill, he forcibly controlled his body so as not to lose his composure.

But now, when this state subsides, the sequelae of Cai Cai's strong self-suppression just now will come suddenly like the collapse of the Great Wall.

Lu Jing's body went limp, and he staggered forward, then forced himself to hold on, and walked slowly to the stone table in the courtyard.

Lu Jing sat in front of the stone table, with neither sad nor happy expression, and called softly: "Qingyue, take my pen and paper."

shouted.

The voice was too low, Qingyue probably didn't hear it.

Lu Jing closed his eyes, and visualized the Great Ming King for another round, only to feel that his energy was much weaker, but his strength was a little stronger.

He raised his voice slightly and called out again.

"Master Jing, has that rude son left?"

Qing Yue came out of the back room with a pen and paper.

From a distance, she saw that Lu Jing's face was pale, and his body was even trembling slightly.

Qingyue shook her lips, she didn't say much, she just wiped off the rain on the table for Lu Jing, and rubbed the ink for him.

Seeing Lu Jing writing, Qing Yue went into the side room to boil water and make tea for Lu Jing.

Holding a slightly bent brush in her hand, Lu Jing closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

After a few breaths of time.

Lu Jing's hands suddenly stopped shaking.

He opened his eyes, and the pen fell on the paper with a force that seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

"Tian Xingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement."

Ten characters are written in cursive script in one stroke, heartily and vividly.

After the cross, Lu Jing's mood finally calmed down a lot.

He put down the brush and let out a long breath.

Lu Jing's mentality also became extremely stable, and his thoughts were very clear for a while.

"To be a gentleman, one should uphold a strong will and constantly strive for self-improvement. Only in this way can one coincide with the will of heaven.

Today the Southern Snow Tiger came aggressively, arrogant and unreasonable, but it never blocked my thoughts. "

At this time, a gust of autumn wind blew by.

The clouds in the sky are layer upon layer, which is too beautiful to behold.

"Looking carefully, the clouds in the sky are like the Nine Heavens, one layer after another. If there are immortals here, they will probably use these clouds as a ladder to go straight to the Nine Heavens."

Thinking of this, Lu Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

He just sat on the stone bench like this, looking at the clouds in the sky from afar...

In my mind, I started to visualize the primordial spirit!

Vaguely, another ray of light emerged in his mind, and that ray gradually became clear and turned into a figure.

Around the figure, there are many visions such as starry sky, rivers and seas, mountains and rivers, and the earth.

And in these visions, the Nine Heavens rose from the ground and fell into the universe of nothingness.

"The primordial spirit jumped out of the Nine Heavens, and has been free since then, not bound by the mortal body."

Lu Jing seems to have realized something.

He tried to control his primordial spirit, fell between the rivers, seas and great rivers, and then, step by step, ascended to the misty nine heavens.

Layer after layer.

Step by step.

I don't know how long it has passed, but in a trance, Lu Jing has found himself standing on the Nine Heavens, overlooking the strange scene of Yuanshen, which is too beautiful to behold.

Lu Jing lingers and forgets to return, fascinated by these many scenes.

At this moment, another golden light suddenly appeared in Lu Jing's mind, and the Dharma Form of the Great Ming King gradually appeared, and the light shone on Lu Jing's primordial spirit, making Lu Jing wake up instantly.

"Although the beautiful scenery is beautiful, there are many constraints after all. If you don't get out of the mortal body, you can't be free, you can't live forever, and you can't climb the gate of heaven."

Lu Jing's primordial spirit stood on the Nine Heavens and jumped suddenly.

With one leap, it was like a soul getting out of a dead body, like a true spirit untying its shackles, Lu Jing looked down in a trance.

But he saw his own body, sitting on the stone bench, with his eyes closed, motionless.

Lu Jing was very surprised.

"This is... God refining, leaving the body!"

Lu Jing Yuanshen's face showed a little joy just now.

Sudden! A breeze blew in the distance, and the light shone again in the day.

Lu Jing only felt that his primordial spirit was crumbling, and felt that it was so hot that it was almost on fire.

"not good!"

He understood in an instant, without a moment's hesitation, he fell down and fell into his own body.

"I have been able to get out of my body, but I can't float in the sky in daylight, and I can't be blown by strong winds."

Lu Jing on the stone bench opened her eyes physically, only to feel a headache and a lack of energy.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky, feeling a little more grateful in his heart.

"Fortunately...the cloud covered the scorching sun."

(end of this chapter)